Interesting...
This is the one time in my life since my father died that I feel like I'm on top. I'm in control, all my hard work has paid off. I have a killer scholarship, I'm researching under the most legitimate researcher in the department this year, I should be published by May and I'm making significant steps to make waves in a field where women are not only under-represented, but discriminated against and treated like pieces of meat rather than legitimate scientific thinkers.
Life is pretty great and I feel on top of these accomplishments.
Why, then, do I feel so insecure?
Life is pretty great and I feel on top of these accomplishments.
Why, then, do I feel so insecure?